I guess it's where the heart is

I ended up having a good homecoming. I can't believe I just wrote that! We're living in a mojoed and glamored up barn in the middle of nowhere. If Sunnydale exploded or whatever again we probably wouldn't know it.

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Anyway, Erynne says home is where the heart is and that's the big answer to why I wanted to get back.

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I'd thought one thing through while I was away. As soon as I got back I asked Erynne to wear an engagement ring. (I want people to know. I trust her - it's the males of the multiverse that I don't trust.) She agreed right away and I hardly got time to say hello before we were out shopping for it.

The one she liked isn't too bad for this dimension, and I guess it'll be noticed. (The salesman seemed to favour one in silver! I let my lycanthropic Little Bard try to find excuses before I asked for white gold to match my talisman. (I still wonder if platignum would last better. Didn't mention it, though. We can upgrade when it wears out.)

(Erynne wanted saphires, and those clash with the Talisman anyway. I gave that a bit of thought, and then glamored the talisman to match the ring, instead of the other way. Too many people can unexpectedly know too much about demonology and that might confuse them. The trouble is, that way she looks like a duchess out slumming.

I got her a CD, too. It was someone else's music, I hadn't written a word of it, but it it summed things up.)

When I first got back I told her I'd got plans to party real soon. We ended up going dancing practically everywhere that was open (which wasn't exactly what I'd meant, but this was a big day.) It seemed to be a night for celebrations. When fireworks started going off all over the place it just seemed appropriate, somehow.

They seem to have had fireworks for several days, since then - and we've been out entertaining ourselves ever since that started.It's been more fun than the old Sunnydale, that's for sure.